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wufflesvetinari · 1 year ago

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ok fine, wyllstarion rec list

the demons bade me write this. i have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings and a fabulous bookmarks list. come with me....and you'll be.......in a world of pure wyllstarion nation

note that this is like. an intermediate/advanced, 201-level list. i am trusting you, and assume you've already read asidian's body of work. you've read nothing is safe. you're reading Nothing Like the Sun &etc. Really anything that appears on the first two pages when sorting by bookmarks/kudos is disqualified due to pre-recognized excellence. (you could, however, go read them again)

are you back? good. now read:

"We Happy Few" - @geometea. listen to me. listen. i am looking deeply into your eyes. read this fucking fic. it's hard to shill without spoiling anything, BUT: wyll is a still-pacted grand duke. he used to have a bunch of unresolved romantic tension with astarion and now hasn't spoken to him for 15 years. now take that premise and add body horror, beautiful ominous surreal images, and SURPRISE BIG EMOTIONS. just trust me on this one, guys

"Crossed Blades" - @rebelontherocks. this is a...i think i have to call this a cozy sex romp. wyll and astarion are married, wyll is a busy duke, astarion needs more enrichment, astarion invents a very silly sex game by roleplaying teenage-wyll's smut books. wyll is So Deeply Into It. i love this fic for its characterization, its banter, and its commitment to paralleling character psychology to what sounds like an absolutely wild in-universe smut series (that is sketched with an impressive amount of detail and care tbh??).

"Comfort" - @acephalouscreature. short and sweet. wyll is injured and everyone expects astarion to take care of him. luckily, astarion has a dastardly plan to fake feelings for wyll by thinking about his feelings for wyll. you sure fooled them, astarion!! also featuring: astarion trying to figure out how to comfort someone by thinking about horses

"False Compare" - @jellyfishline. i'd recommend checking out their work generally, but i fell in love with this one first. wyll writes a sonnet! astarion is mean about it until he isn't! deeply in-character with an emphasis on how each of them communicates affection. gorgeous prose

"how to escape the torment nexus" - @ushauz. this series is incredibly unique, set in a fucked-up bad end where wyll is a lemure, astarion is still on the run from cazador, and almost everyone else is dead. where this really shines imo is wyll's POV: he's been through literal hell, doesn't remember his life, and is wading through his unconscious attachment to astarion like a foreign language. (side note also read Heart of Stone for a great lae'zel character piece)

"An Acorn in the Moonlight" - @anonyhex. this is one of the first wyllstarion fics i ever read and it has a special place in my heart!! it's particularly cathartic to read for Wyll reasons, including him actually getting to Have Emotions about what Ulder put him through. and they are so sweet with each other!!

"temporal displacement" - @purplecatghostposts. ok this came out like. yesterday but listen, i LOVE outsider pov of an astarion who's learned to show affection somewhat, seen from the eyes of someone who doesn't know his history and has no reason to suspect All Of That. and when that "outsider" is a dying 20-year-old wyll who just saw astarion step out of a time portal. well.

"nothing to make a song about" - @grey-wardens. for when you want something meaty and casefic-adjacent, set in a post-canon where wyll is the blade and not the duke (for once). contains bonding on the road, getting romantically snowed in together, and Symbolic Fetch-Quests.

i am also watching closely: "One of Those Prince-Types" by @lesbianralzarek and "sigh no more" by @tomorrowsrain. both are one chapter in and promise to be meaty, with execution that already feels very very promising

SPECIAL MENTION TO "Like Death (or Birth)" by The_Dancing_Walrus, which has some fraught implied background wyllstarion and is just generally completely baller. astarion kind-of sort-of accidentally adopts yenna, who got fucked up by her time as a potential sacrifice to bhaal. it works! i promise it works

EDIT 1/12/25: now with part 2!

#wyllstarion #bg3 #astarion #wyll ravengard #bloodpact #leading you gently by the hand through wyllstarion nation #fic rec

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fickleminder · 6 months ago

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someday you’ll walk tall with pride

AU. Satan has always felt a little out of place among the demons he was raised by. Maybe a runaway human can help him figure out who he is.

This was one of two pieces I wrote for the Satan Birthday Collab back in 2021. It was on AO3 but I never posted the full fic on tumblr (only reblogged the event post).

The magic circle on the ground crackles with bright green energy. A low-pitched hum in the air grows louder as the spell tightens its hold on the victim standing in the center, but it quickly dissipates as the light dies down and vanishes altogether.

“FUCK!”

“You almost had it.”

“Don’t patronize me. You could have walked out of there anytime and you know it.”

“Of course.” Lucifer grins smugly. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

Satan has to squash the urge to flip him the bird. His restraint is Lucifer’s only recompense for teaching him magic and being a practice dummy. After all, who better to test his skills against than the third-strongest demon in the Devildom?

“Patience, Satan. You may have been named after the former Lord of Wrath, but I didn’t think you’d pick up his temper as well.”

The comparison makes Satan bristle. Screw decency, the middle finger it is.

As though sensing his bad mood, Callie is exceptionally affectionate today. She’s been lounging in Satan’s lap for close to an hour now, leaving the other strays to compete for petting rights from his free hand. Satan can literally feel the stress leaking out of his body as Callie purrs loudly under his gentle touch.

He keeps his love for cats a well-guarded secret. Although his family suspects he is fond of the felines that occasionally visit the house garden, Satan has never dared to enjoy their company in public. He’s already looked down upon by everyone else for being weak, for not measuring up to the rest of his peers; adding ‘soft’ to that list is just asking for more trouble.

Stupid demons, he thinks angrily. Stupid social norms, stupid —

Callie jumps out of his lap and flees into the bushes, along with the rest of the strays. Satan barely registers the sudden emptiness of the abandoned park before the smell of sulfur assaults his nose — a portal, some distant part of his brain notes — and a startled scream rings in his ears as something heavy crashes into his head from above, leaving him sprawled on his back with the mother of all headaches.

He takes a moment to regain his bearings before getting ready to tear into the imbecile who dared to use him as a landing pad, but the words quickly die in his throat.

There’s a girl lying on his chest, clutching a tattered book in her hands. Her hair is greasy and unkempt, and her ill-fitting clothes envelop a frame that looks way too thin to be healthy. Even her skin is littered in cuts and bruises, and there’s no telling what other injuries she may be hiding.

The fall had knocked her out cold, but Satan is unable to pry the book from her death grip. Curiosity drives him to at least catch a glimpse of its title, and his eyes widen at the sight. This is —

“— a very powerful artifact that was stolen from the treasury several months ago. How did it come to be in your possession?” Diavolo asks.

Kirana looks very small under the blanket Barbatos had draped over her shoulders. She hunches timidly into herself as she’s surrounded and stared down by nine powerful men.

Demons, she corrects herself, swallowing tightly at the horns and wings and tails all out on display. The only one who remains human-looking is the blond man who had carried her to the castle, and she subconsciously scoots closer to him.

“They — they forced pacts onto demons and made them steal it,” she explains. “I don’t know how. Those demons didn’t do anything wrong, but more and more are being killed everyday! I can’t — it’s horrible. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed the book and ran.”

Barbatos presses a warm cup of tea into Kirana’s shaking hands as Diavolo and Lucifer exchange looks. The Hunters are getting bolder by the day, violating the terms of the inter-realm treaty as they please. Why the Sorcerers’ Society has yet to step in is something that bears further investigation.

“Thank you, Kirana.” Diavolo says after the girl has finished her drink and calmed down somewhat. He smiles kindly at her. “You were very brave to bring this back to us. In return, the Lords of Sin will protect you and welcome you into their home, where you will remain until the situation has been dealt with. Is that acceptable to you?”

Kirana’s eyes shine with barely concealed hope. “I — I can stay here? Really?”

“Yes, you have our word.” Lucifer does a cursory sweep of his brothers until his gaze lands on Satan, who is already frowning in anticipation. “In fact, I’ll even assign you a guardian.”

Despite her newfound freedom, Kirana seems content to remain indoors in the comfort of a dusty guest room. So long as she doesn’t cause any trouble or try to walk out the front door by herself, Satan is more than happy to leave her to her own devices. Playing babysitter is such a chore.

She’s clearly wary of them and keeps to herself, but he can tell she isn’t as tense around him. Her tone isn’t so guarded, and she goes to him for any questions about her new environment. Satan knows her familiarity stems from the fact that he had “saved” her, but a part of him can’t help but think it’s because she caught him in the garden the other day making faces at a tabby cat. Maybe I ought to remind her just where she is, he thinks wickedly.

His conviction falters one evening when he spots Kirana wandering around the library after dinner, flipping open books at random and returning them to their shelves. Something in him takes pity on her. “What genre are you looking for?”

To her credit, Kirana doesn’t startle at his voice. “I don’t know. What are these?”

“You’re standing in front of the history section, obviously. Can’t you read?” He sneers with a roll of his eyes, but his jaw slackens when Kirana only lowers her head in shame. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“They took me when I was young,” she admits softly. “I never went to school.”

Satan has the sudden urge to maim someone. Kirana has to be at least in her twenties by now. “You come into my house, and you don’t know how to read? I can’t believe you’re worse than Mammon!” He stomps towards her angrily, ignoring the way she goes absolutely still, and grabs several books before ushering her onto the nearest couch.

This girl is really pissing me off, he thinks, plopping down next to her. “Okay, listen closely because I’ll only say this once. Firstly, mystery novels are the best. No questions asked. Secondly, you need to start building your phonemic awareness. It’s basically breaking down individual words into…” Satan trails off as a horrifying thought strikes him. “Please tell me you know your ABCs,” he almost begs.

Kirana nods excitedly and leans into him, her eyes fixed on the open book in his hands. All things considered, she’s a pretty good student. Satan rarely has patience for idiots, but given her enthusiasm for learning how to read, he makes the effort to slow down and enunciate properly, tracing every word on the pages as she listens attentively and repeats after him.

The hours fly by. At some point, a cat print blanket finds its way across Kirana’s lap; it had been a birthday present from Belphie several years back, and Satan usually left it in the library in case either of them wanted to use it.

“...then whatever remains, however improbable, must be — Oh.”

Satan doesn’t realise he’s been reading aloud to himself for a while now. Kirana’s lack of response should have been a dead giveaway, but somehow he’s gotten used to her silent company and warmth at his side. Seeing her deep, steady breaths and the peaceful expression on her face, he decides to let her sleep.

“Alright, let’s resume this session tomorrow then.” Satan moves slowly, shifting Kirana to lie flat on the couch and pillowing her head with a cushion. He tucks her in with the blanket before quietly taking his leave.

It’s been a few weeks since Kirana found shelter in the House of Lamentation, yet she still can’t seem to get used to the fact that all the food on her plate is for her. And even if her stomach is full, or there’s anything not to her tastes, she won’t be punished for leaving it, especially not with Beel at her service.

“You’re looking much better in your clothes, honey.” Asmo appraises her thoughtfully, his eyes glimmering with interest. “Say, let’s go shopping one of these days and pick out something nicer for you to wear. What’s your favorite color?”

Kirana pauses, lowering a half-eaten roll of bread. “...I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. I can wear whatever you want.”

Lucifer interrupts Asmo’s dirty snigger with a sharp cough.

“How about your favorite food?” Beel asks as he puts aside his fourth plate for the night.

“I’ll eat anything. I’m not picky.”

“Do you play games?” Levi chimes in.

“Movies! What kind do you like?” Mammon adds.

“She’s probably never done any of those, dumbasses.” Belphie yawns, right before Lucifer tells them to cut it out, clearly noticing Kirana’s growing discomfort and embarrassment.

“Aww come on, big bro! First you axe our trips to the human realm and now you’re censoring us in our own home? That’s unfair!”

Satan eats his meal in silence as Mammon continues to complain about Lucifer’s controlling tendencies.

Maybe Kirana doesn’t quite know who she is either, he realizes.

Not a demon!

Not your son!

The double doors to the library fly open with a resounding bang. Satan storms inside seething with rage, fresh from another argument about his behavior in RAD which had quickly derailed into more personal territory.

Anyone can tell he’ll tear the head off of the next unfortunate soul who so much as looks at him funny, so it’s no surprise when he turns and snarls at the person approaching him from behind, growling louder when Kirana doesn’t even flinch or back away.

“Not scared?” He mocks her, fists curled and itching for a fight.

“You like cats,” she says as though it’s the answer to all his problems. “So you can’t be all bad.”

“You think you know me so well, huh?” Kirana’s logic makes no sense, but she doesn’t give him a chance to argue.

“You’re smart; you know all sorts of things. You’re teaching me to read, you share the books you like with me, and you never say anything but I can tell you always figure out the bad guy before we reach the end.

“You’re kind to the cats in the garden, and I like the way you laugh when you play with them. You care a lot about your family even though you prank them all the time. I think you’re really cool.”

Satan refuses to falter. “Bold words. I was raised by demons, you know.”

“Doesn’t make you a bad person.” She shakes her head. “Astaroth was a demon, but he was nice to me too.”

Now that catches Satan’s attention, and his eyes widen in shock. Astaroth had disappeared from RAD without a trace almost a year ago. “Where is he now? How did —”

Kirana’s shoulders slump miserably. “He’s gone. I don’t know why, he never hurt anyone. He talked to me and gave me some of his food. He was too strong for them to force a pact on him, but they couldn’t let him go.

“Somebody came to take him away. I don’t know who it was, I’ve never seen them before. Ast told me to close my eyes, said I shouldn’t look at them or I’ll go blind… I never saw him again.”

Astaroth was a cocky bastard, but he’d been one of the more decent demons. Maybe that’s why he was so popular in RAD. He and Satan hadn’t exactly been close, but hearing about his fate was saddening. “Nice doesn’t mean good,” Satan protests weakly.

“Angry doesn’t mean bad either,” Kirana counters. “You get mad a lot, but you’ve never hurt anyone. You’ve never hurt me. When I fell on you, the first thing you did was carry me to get help. When I woke up, you asked me if I was okay, even when you had that big bruise on your forehead.”

She unfolds the cat print blanket in her arms and throws it over his head and shoulders like a comforting hug.

“It’s my turn to ask. Are you okay?”

There’s the longest pause before a faint sniffle reaches Lucifer’s ears. At the back of his mind, memories stir.

It had been out of a twisted sort of obligation that led the Lord of Pride to adopt the baby and raise him as his own, but he owed the mother that much. She’d been riddled with holes mere minutes after he had let them go, after she had warned him that her captors’ next hunting grounds were the high-end casinos in Vegas. Innocent civilians got caught up in the senseless bursts of violence between the three realms everyday, but the vital piece of information that had allowed Lucifer to save his brother had put him in her debt.

He retrieved the crying infant from under the mother’s bloody corpse and razed the rest of the camp to ashes.

Lucifer’s pride takes a hit knowing that Kirana had gotten through to Satan when he couldn’t, but as long as his son comes out stronger for it, he thinks he can let it slide.

Assured that Satan will be alright, Lucifer retreats from behind the double doors.

The marketplace is bustling with activity, the streets packed with crowds. Kirana holds on to the empty sleeve of Satan’s jacket as the two navigate their way between the stalls.

Getting through the portals was easy, seeing as they only restricted demonic traffic. Kirana had been inspired by cookbooks lately and expressed interest in learning how to recreate the pretty looking food illustrated in the pages. The recipes demanded ingredients their kitchen was short of however, prompting Satan to propose an ad hoc trip to the surface. Lucifer made grocery runs in the human realm all the time, so he figured it should be safe.

But danger often lurks where it’s least expected.

A sharp tug is all the warning Satan gets; he pivots to see the soles of Kirana’s shoes disappearing around a corner. The backstreet he chases her into is filled with twists and turns, but there’s really only one way to go. He swerves into an alley and promptly finds himself blasted with a spell which sends him crashing to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.

“Well now, this is interesting,” a tall figure says, staring down at him in amusement. “You smell like them, but you’re human.”

Behind them, Kirana is curled into a shaking ball at the feet of several men, her eyes tightly screwed shut. Likely out of fear, but Satan suspects that is the same monster who smote Astaroth.

“Forget about him, he’s nothing.” The stranger tells their men. “Let’s —”

“He’s my friend!” Kirana shouts in defiance, despite the slight tremble in her voice. She reels backwards with a cry as a heavy boot strikes her in the stomach, and her head collides with the brick wall with a sickening crack.

“If the girl is what you want, then just take her and go. We’re wasting time.” A blink, and the stranger is gone.

Kirana whimpers as rough hands sink into her blood-matted hair and start dragging her away, but her eyes snap open when the Hunters suddenly scream and release her.

Satan moves in a flash, scooping her up and depositing her a safe distance away. Through her blurry vision, she can see green fire circling the men. They curse and swear as they struggle to free themselves, but their feet are practically glued to the cobblestone, the spell unyielding.

“What is this sorcery? Who are you?” One of them demands.

“I am Satan, Lord of Wrath.”

It could be the pain making her see things, but Satan’s horns curl beautifully against the sides of his head. His blackened nails have never looked sharper, and an armored tail whips back and forth in gleeful anticipation.

“And I will make you pay for hurting Kirana.”

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me satan #obey me oc

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noa748 · 2 months ago

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Fortune's Favored, interlude 2

jumping into krat-man's angsty pov again for funsies heehee enjoy

consider these snippets very... "non-canon" in relation to the actual fic. this is me exploring his headspace and working out the details in real-time lol, some things might end up being changed

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(day 1: on the nautiloid)

His people had been swallowed up by hungry flames. His city was reduced to ash. The world of his exile was lost.

Nevertheless, he persisted.

Kratos shifted in the confines of his pod, his muscles stiff from hours of disuse. His right eye still ached from when the worm had been inserted; the feeling of its body squeezing through his eye socket had been excruciatingly painful, and he was shocked he hadn’t lost the eye.

Something in him had changed after that, and not for the better. He should have been able to call upon his Cruxis Crystal to vastly increase his pain threshold and eliminate these nagging torments. Instead, every effort to exercise that power caused his head to throb and his chest to burn.

He should have broken free earlier, when he still had the strength to do so. But what was the point? He had been swallowed up by a portal to Hell; perhaps being at the mercy of these tentacled aberrations was a fitting end for someone like him. One heroic deed did not erase four thousand years of mistakes.

Mithos had broken many pacts in the years following Martel’s death. Eventually his desperation had morphed into a sort of sick complacency, a self-righteous entitlement based on what he believed to be the sanctity of his mission. His was the godlike hand guiding their ruined world back from the verge of destruction.

But this bargain he had made was unconscionable, even for him. And now, years later, they had all paid the price of Mithos’ broken word.

Kratos’ eyes slid closed. It wasn’t as if he was any less culpable. Ignorance was no excuse.

In some twisted way, it was almost a relief. There was nothing left now; he could give in…

A violent quake slammed him against the side of the pod and snapped him out of his drifting thoughts. There came a loud roar and suddenly a hole was blasted in the dark wall directly ahead of him; through the gap, he saw a flash of gleaming red scales.

Dragons. He could feel the heat of their flames even from here.

Distantly, he realized he was on some sort of ship. Peering through the hole in the wall, he recognized the hazy red landscape of the place the portal had taken him to. He had no memory of the abduction, but everything had been a blur since Derris-Kharlan.

The world shook again. He absently wondered how long it would be before his pod was incinerated.

Anna…

It was foolish to hope for a reunion—to hope he would be deemed worthy of sharing the afterlife with her. But as he stood there waiting for death, he began to indulge the fantasy, to drown himself in the heartache.

“Tsk’va! We must make haste!”

A harsh voice dispelled the daydream. He stared on as an alien looking woman clad in silver plate armor ran past his pod, cleaving a small winged monster in two with her sword. A human woman with long brown hair rushed to stand beside her, wielding a blade of her own. She wore no armor to speak of, and he could see her shoulders shaking through her thin shirt as if the large weapon was too heavy for her.

Kratos’ gaze dropped to focus on that sword and the resulting twinge of confusion he felt served to clear his head a little. Why was that woman holding a Cruxis blade?

They were being followed by more of those monsters—and when the woman turned to look over her shoulder, Kratos caught a glimpse of her face. Her brown eyes were wild with the fear and desperation of a cornered animal. She seemed to fight with herself for a moment; she took a breath and hissed out a few expletives, the anxiety in her expression hardening into a look of stubborn determination.

It was the sound of her voice that caused his sense of vague familiarity to crystallize into cold realization.

No, he thought, eyes wide. You shouldn’t be here.

Frozen in shock, he watched as the creatures closed in and the duo fought them off. Every swing of her sword was a faithful, albeit clumsy, application of techniques he had taught her well over a decade ago. There was no question of her identity.

How?!

They were already running off. The ship shook again and he saw the red flash of a dragon swooping past outside, a grim reminder of the danger closing in around them.

Feeling like he had snapped out of a trance, he lurched forward and slammed his shoulder against the door of the pod with a loud thump. The sound was drowned out in all the chaos, and the two women disappeared into a chamber beyond, oblivious to his plight.

I cannot die here, he realized, heart suddenly racing.

He couldn’t. Not if his apathy could spell her doom. This ship was inevitably going to be blown out of the sky, and he had wings—she did not.

Pressing his palms against the door of the pod, he called upon every ounce of his angelic strength and began to push. His Cruxis Crystal felt searing hot against his skin and the creature in his skull writhed in agony; something was very wrong. He continued to push anyway, letting out a harsh yell as he muscled through the pain.

The door of the pod groaned at first, then finally pitched forward as it broke free. Kratos fell with it and landed on his hands and knees, chest heaving. His vision swam for a moment when he looked up.

He took a shuddering breath and let it out slowly. Some of the pain subsided and the world seemed to stabilize again. Pain could be managed, he decided, feeling some of his cold rationality return at last. He would push through regardless.

Kratos raced through the dark rooms of the burning ship towards the girl they had found collapsed in the woods all those years ago.

As it turned out, he still had something to fight for.

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A/N: he didn't catch up to her in time. honestly half this story is going to be about how kratos can't catch a fucking break (though tbf neither can oc brit)

#noa748 writing #fortune's favored fic #gonna start using an actual fic tag so it's a little easier to find #sorry no long fic update it's been a busy weekend

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moth-boi-lycan · 2 years ago

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Got a little inspiration from a Donnie gif that @/sanfezu made. Idk where the hell this came from but my brain started braining and my hands started typing, so here:

T-C3ST DNI or I will rip your intestines out through your nose and then rip your heart out of your chest and use it to play wall-ball against your gravestone.

The Twin's Bond

(Hurt/comfort fic)

Twin senses are a powerful thing. One soul split in two. Feeling eachother's joy, rage, sadness, and everything in-between. Sometimes if strong enough, thanks to being one soul split in two, they can feel the happy stimming of the other. Or even the physical pain of the other, too...

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Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion for Donnie. In this moment he could just feel Leo's pain, it was lighter than what he knew his twin was going through, but he felt everything. It was unbearable knowing that's what Leo was feeling. But hearing him telling- no, begging Casey on what to do to save everyone, his heart dropped.

No. No no no no, this wasn't how things were supposed to go. He couldn't lose him. He couldn't lose Leo. The twins and their family were supposed to get a happy ending. Heros get happy endings! Then why- why was this what they were getting instead?! Damn it, no no NO, he couldn't fucking lose his twin.

He couldn't lose the one that helped him through his sensory overloads with weighted blankets and stim toys, the one who would send him random pictures with the intent of making him laugh, the one he stayed up with at ungodly hours of the night. He couldn't lose that.

He couldn't lose the one that had made a promise that they'd always stick together, the one that helped him sleep after a nightmare when they were tots (and still did it occasionally just by feeling the other's fear and knowing exactly what to do), hell, they even made a pact where if one died then the other would go out too so they wouldn't be alone.

He heard Raph begging Leo not to do it while he heard what sounded like Leo's shell cracking and bones breaking. His twin was in pain, he could feel every punch, every break, every slam into the Technodrome and he couldn't do anything to help him. He... he really was going to lose him, wasn't he...

He wanted to say something, anything, over the comms' to beg Leo to remember their promise and to not leave him, but he couldn't find his voice. He felt like he was choking, and that's when he realized the reason he was choking was because he was holding back tears.

He snapped out of it a few minutes later when a loud cracking explosion sounded off through the sky and debris from the now destroyed Technodrome began to fall down to earth around them on Staten Island and into New York City.

The portal closed and he froze.

Why didn't...

Why didn't he feel anything anymore.

Why didn't he feel his twin's pain anymore.

The tears he had been holding back were now freely running down his cheeks, but he didn't make any sound. He wiped them away and shook his head in disbelief as they kept coming. He couldn't stop them.

He preferred feeling Leo's pain rather than... than not feeling him at all.

Leo was gone after closing that portal. Donnie felt something snap inside of him, like how he imagined a rope breaking from too much strain and the ends going separate ways would. He fell to his knees like Raph had, dropping his bò as his arms hung limp at his sides. He felt...

Numb... Leo would occasionally talk about them being one soul split in two despite being completely different species of turtles and having almost no biological relation to eachother (spare their father's DNA, that was something that had been forced), and Donnie always brushed the supposed joke off not knowing Leo was serious. Now he was starting to believe it. Maybe they really were.

That snapping feeling he had felt... was that how it felt for a person to lose their twin? Their other half? The other part of that soul they shared? He heard Raph talking to Mikey, telling him to stop trying to open a new portal to try and get Leo back.

Mikey was trying to be the mystic warrior Casey had told him he was, but it wasn't working... there wasn't even a single spark of hope around him, his arms were still stretched out in front of him and his heels dug into the concrete as he continued to try.

Donnie silently appreciated how Mikey wasn't giving up, but he couldn't even smile. Knowing that Leo was most likely being beaten to death; Prime breaking Leo's bones, cracking his shell and plastron, tearing his insides apart and making him bleed despite never completely ripping him open, throwing him around like a ragdoll, crushing him and slamming him into anything and everything that would hurt him the most and refusing to even let him have a slight chance to get up and fight back.

It broke him. That numb feeling only intensified when Mikey stopped trying and fell down on his hands and knees with Raph going over to hug him tightly. Donnie really wanted a hug, but not from the family he had left, he wanted to hug his twin again. He wanted Leo to be ok, to bounce back and be at home with a stupid fucking grin on his face, joking about how some dumb interdimensional portal could never keep him away from his family.

He already wished he could just turn off his heart that now had a gaping hole in it; to forget he even had a twin, then it wouldn't hurt him. Yeah, it'd hurt his family by saying he had no twin, but he wouldn't be in pain because he never would've 'known' Leo if he forgot. He jumped when he felt Raph's hand on his shoulder, silently telling him it was time to go back to the others.

Donnie stayed still. He didn't want to go back. He wanted to stay right where he was. He didn't want to see the mourning faces of everyone else, he knew they were in pain, but not as much as he was. They had all lost their brother, for Splinter (and unbeknownst to Draxum), he lost his son, and for Casey, he lost the past version of his sensei-slash-uncle. But Donnie...

He had lost something much more important. Something that was more than just a regular brother. If soulmates could be platonic - which he wasn't exactly sure they could be - he had just lost his soulmate. His other half. He couldn't go back to see their depressed looks and he just couldn't go back to the lair, not when his room was right across from Leo's. He'd have to walk out and be reminded every fucking day of what he had lost and have it hurt even more.

But... they had made a promise. A death pact. If Mikey could bring Leo back soon, he wouldn't have to go through with it. But if Mikey didn't manage to bring Leo back at some point and Donnie DID go through with it, there was only a 50/50% chance that he'd see Leo talking about his life while gram-gram listened. Leo was a fighter. He- He could survive the prison dimension if he tried.

Raph kept on shaking him, trying to make him get up, but he didn't see Mikey anywhere; he had gone to try again. This time he tried even harder to open something, anything, even if the portal was just small enough for them to see if Leo was still alive. Donnie's eyes widened when he felt something.

Leo.

He was... he was alive.

He was hanging on for dear life, and he was winning the fight to stay alive. Donnie couldn't move as he watched Raph run over to Mikey, getting behind him and putting his hand on his shoulders to take some of the damage for him that was being done to his body. Donnie waited, unable to bring himself to move, but he felt the other half of his and Leo's split soul getting closer.

When Raph had finally moved to pull Leo out as Mikey closed the portal, Donnie finally forced himself up to run over to where his twin laid with his head on Raph's lap and Mikey was holding his hand.

"C'mon Leo, you can do it. Wake up, please! I-I know you can hear me Leo! Please..." Mikey pleaded, holding onto Leo's hand a bit tighter.

He smiled as bright as the sun when he felt Leo's grip tightened slightly. Donnie reached his hand out towards his twin, who was still partially unconscious.

He rested his hand on Leo's cracked plastron, already thinking of ways to help heal him, but he was mostly focused on him waking up. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Leo's like they would do ever since they were little, the comfort of knowing the other was there helping them feel safer.

"C'mon, 'Nardo. Wake up for us. We know you're alive, please, Leo..." Donnie swore he felt the connection that had sewn itself back together tearing again, but it was refusing to break this time.

Donnie smiled as wide as Mikey did when he saw Leo starting to open his eyes and looking around.

"Hey guys.... everyone alright?... y'all look like shit." Leo joked wincing immediately when he started to laugh. Yeah he definitely had a few broken ribs, Prime had crushed him multiple times and pushed down on his chest for fucks sake, of course he had broken ribs.

Raph and Mikey rolled their eyes and smiled at Leo's attempt to be funny despite the current circumstances, but Donnie stayed unmoving. He had stayed in the position he put himself in, his forehead still resting against his twin's and his hand against his plastron, covering up the largest crack there. Leo smiled weakly at Donnie, his mismatched red and purple eyes staring up at Donnie for a few moments before painfully sitting up and pulling him in for a bone crushing hug - literally and figuratively. It hurt him, but he didn't care.

Donnie sniffled and hugged Leo back, trying to be careful of his injuries, but tightened the hug when he realized that Leo didn't care how much it hurt. Donnie was so relieved.

He was relieved he could feel his twin's presence again.

He was relieved that his platonic-soulmate had been brought back from cheating death.

He was relieved that he felt the other half of their split soul again, and he wasn't letting go of that anytime soon.

He wasn't going to let himself lose Leo ever again, Donnie needed Leo. And he knew Leo needed him as well. Thanks to the extend of both of their injuries, he knew they'd both be in the medbay for awhile, but that didn't mean they couldn't have their beds close enough to one another to hold the other's hand if they were in pain. Even after that, Donnie would definitely ask Leo if they could share a bedroom again like they did when they were little so they'd only be a few feet away if the other needed comfort.

He knew Leo wouldn't object to it. They were twins, they were closer to eachother than the others understood. And that is a bond they wouldn't let anybody break.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #hurt/comfort #spite fic #disaster twins #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #i was gonna make this pure angst #buuuut...#if i did that then there would be some...#darker and more sensitive topics...#yeah i have some issues-

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 1 year ago

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An Unexpected Return (Obey Me!) fic

summary: The brothers get their exchange student back much sooner than planned. Due to the Human World being more than this one human expected. Content includes depression, stress, feelings of inadequacy, comfort and fluff.

The text had been simple enough. One that was sent to Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Lucifer. The one sending the text being their beloved human exchange student, Myra. Who had gone back home to the human world last month. But this text proved that things were not okay with Myra. At all. "I hate to bother any of you right now. But I don't have a place to live here in the human world anymore and can't make it to the homeless shelter before closing. Someone please come and pick me and my few boxes of stuff up?"

It only took a minute before a portal opened in the Demon Lord's Castle. Solomon soon escorting his very miserable apprentice over the threshold as several cardboard boxes floated through the portal after them. Diavolo there to lift the goth wearing college student into his arms for a tight hug. "Lucifer is on his way right now. My word, you're as cold as ice." Barbatos approached with a warm blanket for the butler and the ruler of the Devildom to sit Myra down and wrap her in the blanket. While Solomon saw to moving what few possessions Myra had with her from the human World and into the entranceway of the castle.

By the time Lucifer arrives, Barbatos has given Myra a cup of hot tea to sip as Solomon and Diavolo sorted the boxes and bags. The Avatar of Pride walking forwards to stand before Myra and cross his arms. His words deep but hinting at worry as he sighs. "Myra Fordola Albaroiz. You have some explaining to do." The goth college student rolled her eyes to mutter out, "I wish to so many powers that no one had ever introduced you to 'I Love Lucy' last year. May we please do the short version of the story for now?" Lucifer nodded for Solomon to close the portal and sit himself beside Myra to pour himself a cup of the still steaming tea. So Myra had the time to speak openly. "Turns out my family weren't too happy about me going off to a school they never heard of. So when I got back, I found out they had packed all my things into a storage container. They refuse to talk to me and just tossed me a bill for the storage unit. So the money I made here to use there got burned into real bad. I paid off my old student loans. Since my old friend from high school said I could go back to my old job at data entry. But they decided to do a company overhaul last week and canned half the staff. So I was left with no job, no place to live, and the storage unit telling me to get lost."

All the men in the room go deadly quiet. So Myra sips her tea to make a point with her words that follow. "I already hexed the company building before I left. My family also have a convenient curse in the form of rotting shrimp hiding in the poles that hold up the window blinds through the entire house. The storage unit company is now under federal investigation after someone gave them a tip about a dead body in the unit next to mine. So I made sure to burn my bridges before I texted for a portal out of dodge." Solomon chuckles to look highly pleased with his apprentice. While Diavolo is trying very hard not to laugh as Lucifer smirks at the human exchange student. His words melted and full of warm approval at this woman of silent revenge. "That world doesn't deserve your pure wicked genius. Yet you should have been telling us all of this news as it was happening. For that I will scold you later."

Myra smiled to then finish her tea and huff. "Oh spare me, Lucy. I may adore you and all that. But I am a fully grown human woman with magic and seven pacts with demons that are considered ancient forces unto themselves. I only texted in the first place because I knew if I didn't you would slow roast and force feed me my own sculpted ass if I didn't." Solomon chokes on his tea to cough and try not to laugh. While Diavolo and Barbatos cover their moths to hide their grins. While Lucifer chuckles to then shake his head. "Now is the time for you to say how you really feel for the open air. So go ahead, lamb." Myra set the tea cup down to then clench both hands into fists. Her words flinted and aching with pure hate and evident sorrow. "My own family had the outright nerve to say I'm not worth all the time and investment raising me was. Something that never would have flown if my grandparents were still alive. So they heel stomped my worth into the muck and ground their heel besides. I pray they spend the rest of time paying for that. As for that executive bastard that fired me... He had the sheer audacity to state my job performance wasn't good enough to keep me around. When my performance numbers were third best in the entire company. Just because I'm a woman with a backbone. It took every bit of my will not to punch his smug face in with a enhanced fist jab. But I didn't. I'd rather do that to the piece of shit called life instead. I. Am. Not. Worthless!"

Myra rubbed at her eyes as a sob came out. Yet in the next second, Lucifer had swept Myra out of her chair to hug her tight and envelope her in his wings. Those ebony feathers tickling her frame as Lucifer placed a kiss to her forehead before he spoke words of rich conviction. "You are priceless! Fools would only dare to even think otherwise of you! Let those ignorant swine roll in their own stupidity without another thought! You belong to us! You are our most cherished soul in all three realms! Myra! There is nor will there ever be anyone like you!"

Lucifer soon eased up on his hug to then hand Myra over to Diavolo. Who was smiling bright to take Myra around for a spin like they were waltzing. His gaze to her full of love and favor. "We will never let you linger in such lies. You are flinted darkness and yet hold radiant light within. The sun itself cannot compare. Since you have been left to forge on without those fools, I vote we have you stay with us for a bit. At least until Solomon might set up a new place for you to dwell in back in the Human World. perhaps in a new country for you both to go on a trip to travel and see the sights." Myra perked up at that idea to then sigh. "After I see all my family here and get my head back on straight. So for now, I say we have a good meal and perhaps a movie or two."

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! fanfiction #obey me! fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All #Obey Me: One Master To Rule Them All #Obey Me! Shall We Date?#Obey Me: Shall We Date?#Obey Me! OC

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misc-obeyme · 2 years ago

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which obey me boys would write the sweetest love letters? i would say simeon and satan

I agree with you, anon!

The interesting thing about letters is that they're very personal. A writer is creating a story that will impact many people, but a letter is meant for a single person. So even if the person writing the letter isn't necessarily really good at writing, they can still create a very sweet love letter as long as they're honest.

It can be easier to write things than say things out loud. So I think any of the characters have the potential to write some really sweet letters.

However, I think some characters are more likely to write letters than others. I definitely think both Simeon and Satan might use that as a way to express themselves to MC. It's slower than just talking, allowing them to really consider what they're saying, to craft something that will convey to MC the depth of their feelings.

Simeon would write MC long, epic letters that start out talking about just how things are going in his life, but that end up being about how much he loves MC.

For some reason I see Satan just writing a lot of poetry lol. He doesn't even bother with the mundane stuff about his day or whatever, just launches straight into flowery words of love.

And I actually think Diavolo would be inclined to write letters. I'm just imagining him writing letters to MC while they're in the human world. Unlike the others, he doesn't have a pact with MC so it isn't like MC can just summon him whenever. I think it'd be really cute if he and MC exchanged letters.

Barbatos would be good at letter writing, but they'd be just as formal as his speech usually is. I don't think he'd write a love letter. I think he'd rather just portal himself to wherever MC is and say it to them directly, if he felt inclined to say something romantic to them.

I think Lucifer would also be good at letter writing, but I think he'd do it sporadically. And I think he might be kind of a combination of Barbatos and Simeon - talking about his day, but keeping himself restrained except for a handful of lines where he's honest about his feelings.

And while I wrote a little fic about Solomon exchanging letters with MC, I don't think he'd actually think to do that on his own. But he'd probably be the most honest in his and they would likely sound more like how he talks than anything else.

#I really like the idea of people falling in love this way #it's so cute #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me simeon #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #anon asks #misc answers

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blueberrykenn · 1 year ago

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What Happens After Dark

Chapter 1: Yoongi’s Unwanted Attention

When enemies, Min Yoongi and Kim Taehyung run into a stranger who not ready to die yet and ask Yoongi to go to some college party Taehyung doesn’t like that

Grim Reaper BTS AU

Pairing: a mix of all ot7 ships

Words: 1K(short so sorry)

Fic Warnings: Dead dove, death,blood, Maknae line being the crackheads they are

Chapter Warning: arguing, Suicide and a curious Jimin

Inspired by @ashanpan AU comic

Yoongi Point of View

"Yoongi, Taehyung you two are working together today for these corrupts"

Seokjin; the first one of the soul collective society had announced while reading what his floating clipboard was saying.

I groaned as we don't get along quite well "Why the loud snake; I would rather the giant nerd kid than him"

I hear Namjoon gasp as Taehyung himself popped his head from the floor and say "Hey! I'm delightful!"

"You literally made everyone think that you were a historical figure the last time you were in the world like that Taehyung!" Seokjin had said while laughing while he rolled his eyes at Seokjin "I am a historian figure I'm Kim Taehyung" as I'm walking to the mortal portal I grumble

"Lets go already and get this over with before I have an aneurysm and die"

I see Jungkook nodding and then his eyes widening "HYUNG YOURE DEAD!"

I laughed as I'm teleporting with an annoyed Taehyung as we set foot into some building for a business while in a building we hide right outside of one of the windows as we see where the souls came from we see a guy and a girl doing what it seems like a suicide pact and they have hung themselves, Taehyung opens the window and I follow as he grabs searches the female's body and I search the male body, then we see it its a two headed snake, not a very powerful corrupt soul but its still corrupt

"Aww look at this cute thing!" Taehyung shrieks and I knock off his hat "dumbass its the two souls they are trying to fuse together" I take my staff and slice one of the head's off while I I collect one of the soul I hear Taehyung scream "Yoongi! WHAT THE FUCK?!" I roll my eyes as I see Taehyung looking away while slicing the other head off the corrupt's head off while he jars up the other soul as we make our way to our next location

While we're walking down the sidewalk nearby a college we see some girl walks up to me in a flirtatious way and say "Hey there! You're hot why don't you come to this party, I can send you the address" The unknown female says as she takes her phone out to type out the address, before she even can type anything Taehyung steps in front of me and in a pissed off tone he tells the female

"He didn't bring his phone sweetie" she then tells Taehyung "I can send it to you, you're also hot" he then shakes his head.

"No thanks."

"There no harm with two extremely hot guys at some college party"

"It Might."

Taehyung then knocks the girl out before alternating her memory and I semi yell.

"Taehyung! You can't be doing that to people" he then shrugged

"She was clearly flirting with you and I got annoyed so it had to be done, besides she wont remember a damn thing about the interaction between us"

Taehyung Point of View

I don't know why but that girl was getting on my last fucking nerve by being so damn annoying so i had to knock the shit out of her; as we continue the corrupt missions today

once we are done and walk back into the portal Yoongi being the lame buzzkill he is; is already fucking telling what I did to Namjoon hyung

"Yeah he knocked her out and altered her memory like he supposed to be doing that every fucking time he in the mortal world control him Namjoon before I fucking do and you know I'll do some shit."

I see Namjoon holding Yoongi's shoulders before Jungkook comes around and lead Yoongi to a different area then where I am. I I roll my eyes and sit next to Namjoon as I see him giving me a glare and lecture me

"Tae, we don't alter people's memories, Imagine if you didn't know how to properly alter memories, Jin hyung would have an aneurysm and then the demons would capture the poor innocent soul and corrupt it before she even died and then imagine the amount of power that soul would have"

I stood up as I defend myself in a loud tone

"She was so fucking annoying and was flirting with fucking reapers what do you expect me to do go to some college party; if I remember correctly the last time that happened Jungkook and I were in heaps of trouble just for coming back drunk" Namjoon gave me that look like he's going to be continuing his lecture, which he does by saying

"Regardless; Tae you know you can't be messing with the mortals like that, it alters their lifespan, for all we know she'll be on tomorrow's list of corrupts you don't want that do you Tae?" as he explains it i shook my head at his question, understanding the circumstance I put Myself and Yoongi in as we're not exactly mortals and say in a low tone "Sorry Namjoon hyung, sorry Yoongi hyung" as Namjoon nodded i flopped back and dozed off as I was thinking back at today's events

Meanwhile at the exact same time

Jimin's Point of View

"Hey Hobi hyung, isnt that the reapers that Jin has control in?" I look over at my boss/only friend before I see him nodding before I hear him mumble "Where has the cat and snake wander off to, Jimin follow them, but dont intervene" I nod and follow them around from a distance that's where i see the cat and snake arguing while I see a passed out girl in between the two as they walk up I go up to the girl and place a kiss and whisper a chain of words to get her soul to strong for her innocent body before I continue my venture of following the cat and the snake.

They seem intriguing. Almost intoxicating.

#bts #bts suga #kim taehyung #min yoongi #bts jin #bts v #park jimin #bts ff #jung hoseok #bts grim reaper au

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 years ago

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Owl house au?!

Pacts of Power? No. POP is an AU where trans!Girl!Izuku makes a deal with a Fae Lord to become a Warlock in order to protect herself and her adopted sister Eri from Overhaul who murdered Inko and set them on the run. I’m exchange for the power, Izumi has to hunt down All for One who kidnapped the Lord’s son. AFO’s immortality comes form the kidnapped son to.

Eda is a more throwaway mention, as there are portals on Earth connecting the MHA world to Faerun (making it kind of a D&D crossover but it’s mostly mechanics and stuff). Eda having her own portal sometimes ends up in MHA to lie low.

It’s supposed to be a reaction fic, but I am kind of editing some things so I can post the ‘story’ they react to as a separate fic if people are interested. I’m still taking episodes and cannibalizing them to make a story but a fair amount is wildly off the canon path.

#bnha #bnha au #pacts of power #warlock Izuku

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theprophesiedprincess · 2 years ago

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The Prophesied Princess - Ch 2 part 1

Hogwarts Legacy fic!: Female OC, takes place in sixth year after the events of the game. Fantasy/ destiny plot with a lot of romance later on <3 feedback is welcome!

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Chapter two: Seraenya

Ser Jamis Evermore was a lean but muscled man. He had a receding hairline and wrinkles around the outer corners of his eyes, which Seraenya thought gave a kind look to him, as if he had smiled many times over his thirty-nine years. Despite this, the man looked strong and something about his demeanor portrayed that he was an experienced warrior. "I have heard much and more of your talents, princess. Syrio has spoken of you with only the utmost pride. I remember hearing that same tone when people spoke of your father and his before him. It will be an honor to mentor you through your sixth year at Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Ser. Your words are very kind." Seraenya had not known that she had any friends left to her from her home country of Astaria. After the war, support for her family was considered treason, she was sure. Ser Jamis had a genuine way in his words, despite the way his wand was tucked into his belt along with a blade. "Syrio told me you will be filling Professor Fig's position as professor of Magical Theory. You have a specialty in this area?"

Ser Jamis and Seraenya were traveling by an enchanted carriage, flying high above the Scottish greenery. This was the second, and much shorter carriage ride of their trip. There was no floo portal between Vossgaria and Scotland; a matter of international security – and travel by apparation was unwise for such a long distance. "Ay, mainly home-taught, I'm afraid. I took a special interest in the subject when I was a lad. I was a student Hogwarts, myself. Once I returned home to Old Cricket, there weren't many tutors or schools to formally pursue the subject. But I am an avid reader if you can believe it. Even during the war, I kept my books close by me when I wasn't on active duty."

Seraenya smiled, "I am sure you will do the students justice.". She looked out the window to an orange-specked sky of sunset.

"Princess. I know several of the faculty at Hogwarts from my time there as a boy. A good lot, most of them… Still, I would warn you to be cautious of each of them. Syrio has secured allies for you; those that will protect your identity from anyone who would wish to harm you. And yet, I'm afraid that alliance will only go as far as their own comfort isn't tested."

Seraenya sensed truth in his words, as much as she wished to trust the professors that she had grown fond of over the last year. "Professor Weasley. She is aware of my identity; I am sure of it. She protected my secret from Headmaster Black, and she came to my aid when I was in battle with Ranrok. I believe she may be a true friend to me. And Professor Sharp. He came to my aid as well, although I don't believe he knows my true name."

"Weasley, yes. I recall her and her brother from my youth. A good pair, and trustworthy I would wager. I can't say I know Professor Sharp more than just by name. He seems the right sort, but I would be wary nonetheless.", Ser Jamis warned.

"Hogwarts and its surrounding burrows are part of no kingdom territory and are a neutral ground. Even if the usurper discovered me and meant to harm me, doing so there would be in violation of Astaria's pact with the Ministry of Magic", Seraenya said. She knew this pact well. The reminder of it was one of the only things to calm her when she woke at night from nightmares of the usurper's men stalking her.

"You know your histories well, princess. You have been studying on your summer holiday, I presume. Ay, the pact is law, and the consequences of breaking it would be severe. Still, even bonds by blood have been known to be broken if the legends tell it true. Your strange powers have made you conspicuous to even the unsuspecting, I fear. We will walk with caution this year."

As the enchanted carriage descended in the sky, Seraenya looked out the window with a gasp. The sun had set, and the sky had become a dark sea of blinking stars. The Black Lake surrounding the Hogwarts castle was lit up with candles floating in the subtle wind-moved currents. This was a Hogwarts tradition, she knew. Every year, the new first-year students would cross the lake to the Hogwarts castle by paddleboat; an experience that Seraeyna never had, she thought sadly. She had attended classes as a "fifth-year" at the school for the first time the year prior. Despite a subtle feeling of loss for what could have been if she had been admitted to the school at age eleven as most had, Seraeyna knew she ought to be grateful that she could attend the school at all. With her secret ancestry and a target on her back that she had lived with her entire life, the experience of being a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would have never been possible if not for the deliberate maneuvers of Magister Syrio Tamassis. Seraenya knew that the Magister had much to gain by this arrangement. Becoming educated by one of the finest magical schools in the world would make Seraenya more appealing for potential suitors for her hand, and any marriage alliance made for her would come at a great monetary incentive for Syrio. Besides that, there was potential for Seraenya to make great friends at Hogwarts, some of whom may go on to be quite powerful in their adulthood. This was something Syrio himself could use to his advantage later. Syrio was a smart man; he made his friends happy knowing they would make him happy in return later. Seraenya did not fault him this, she was just weary of it. Still, she was grateful for his help in securing her attendance at Hogwarts.

"Thank you for being my travel companion, Ser Jamis. I hope you settle in as a new professor nicely," Seraenya said as her and the new professor exited the carriage.

"You as well, princess. I will send you an owl with a meeting time soon. Enjoy the sorting ceremony".

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Read full story here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14301267/2/The-Prophesied-Princess

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #seraenya rhaefyre #oc #imelda reyes #fanfic #hogwarts

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druidofdarkness · 1 year ago

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After what feels like a thousand years, I have finally finished the first draft of my fic about Vohu Manah's journey to Aveyond!

Tonight will be proofreading and titles, then I'll aim to start posting it this weekend. It's 6 chapters, which will go up either on Saturdays and Wednesdays, or on Sundays and Thursdays!

After that, I have a fic called "On Pacts and Portals (Down Once More)" ready to go! It's centered around Rashnu and Vohu and what sort of work they do while Rhen is rescuing the other druids, because you can bet they aren't just lounging around the Sun Shrine. That will follow the same posting schedule as Vohu's fic!

These will go on Ao3, with Rashnu's and possibly get moved into a series. Though it wasn't the order I wrote them in, they're meant to be read Vohu's, then Rashnu's, then "Pacts and Portals."

#Tei is writing a thing #I've been sitting on the Pacts and Portals fic for MONTHS and I'm so excited to share it #and I'm excited to share Vohu's too but boy if I am not having the WORST time with its title/chapter names XD

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sibillascribbles08 · 4 months ago

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Fuck it, Mayhem lore (in a reblog so it goes partially unseen)

Like I mentioned in the tags Mayhem is a little over sixty years old. Not really old by yokai standards but definitely not a child.

Mayhem's species are pack creatures and tend to keep to themselves. They're usually forces to be reckoned with because of their pack mystics, but those mystics come with a weakness. Taking out one member of the pack can cripple or even kill other members alongside them (depending on the strength of the bond (more on this later so I can put a spoiler warning above it).

Mayhem actually defected from his pack at a young age, and got into a lot of trouble in the Hidden City, but the council decided his teleportation abilities could be useful and offered him some level of freedom if he agreed to work as an agent. As an agent in the 60s range his primary job is stealth and information gathering.

Mayhem speaks in what's referred to as a 'beast speech' among yokai. There's various dialects among species, but canis ones are all very similar. (Draxum understands this dialect).

Mayhem understands multiple other languages but cannot speak them.

He also cannot read in any language (but could learn).

Mayhem's ears give him a very heightened sense of hearing. His sense of smell is better than a humans, but not better than most dogs.

While teleporting is a natural mystic of his, he can burn out of the energy very quickly depending on distance he covers or frequency of use.

He absolutely HATES getting wet. I know it's canon he doesn't want to take a bath but this guy doesn't even like being in a light sprinkle of rain. Disgusts him.

This is somewhat because his fur is fairly thick, and takes ages to dry.

Mayhem's attachment to April is heavily due to the fact she decided to rescue him despite not even knowing him. But he's also partial to all the skritches and treats.

While he does run a lot on instincts, he intentionally leans into acting more like a critter and could easily act more mature if he wanted to. But also it's just easier to act like a little creature when none of your friends speak your language and you can't write.

Mayhem is obviously the name April gave to him, and the one he chooses to use. As an agent he was stripped of his name and was only referred to as Sixty-Four. (His original name was Prima (like primary colors haha))

Okay some more spoilery ones for one of my fics (though I use mayhem lore in another fic too haha)

Mayhem intentionally forms a bond with April, this allows him to know when she is in danger and where she exactly is.

He can do this with more than one person, but it requires a relationship and a level of trust for it to even form, and then has to be maintained.

With a properly formed pact, Mayhem can draw mystics from pack members which allows him to do a lot of other things! Including getting way bigger and opening portals that can go much farther distances.

The amount of tails he has in his large form reflects how many bonds he has at least attempted to form.

If April is aware of the pack bond (she isn't always) she can add to it and even draw mystics from Mayhem in turn. The risk however is that if she dies, Mayhem does as well. (And this is what happens in some of the doomed timelines)

Mayhem's bond mystics are something the council is aware of, and he is forbidden from forming them as an agent because it means if something happens to his pack, he could also falter or die. Forming outside attachments is also frowned upon as an agent (though not entirely against the rules huh AGENT FOURTEEN?)

Yeah that's all for now me thinks

I know canonically we have like no information about Mayhem and I've made up most of his lore, but sometimes how he's treated is so so funny to me. April asking the boys to watch Mayhem as if Mayhem is not a full sapient yokai probably more than capable of looking after himself. This guy is probably older than all of them and gets to sleep on a fluffy cat bed, eat treats, and gets belly rubs. He even convinced the council to give him a treat. Personally zero doubt in my brain this guy could function as an independent adult but just does this for kicks. Why not be spoiled and carried everywhere?

#scribs speaks #sure it can go in the #off colors au #tag #since that's where most of my mayhem lore goes #but there's some in artificial phoenix

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obey-me-headquarters · 2 years ago

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Character Masterlist

Lucifer

Fics/longer posts

A Peaceful Day At The Castle - Reader and Lucifer are over at the demon lord’s castle for afternoon tea. Everything is normal; you’re working on homework, Lucifer and Diavolo are chatting around budgets. Oh, and Barbatos is naked, wearing a cockring, nipple vibrators, and a vibrator shoved up his ass. And the three of you each have a remote. (Dom Diavolo and Lucifer but not to you)

To Preen A Bird’s Wings Is To Show His Back - After a shower Lucifer asks reader for help preening his feathers, but he doesn’t realize how good it’ll feel until he’s trapped against the bed and you.

Curse? Blessing? It’s all the same to you - Lucifer has been avoiding you the last couple days. You ambush him and find that Lucifer’s dick has been turned into a pussy takes to a cursed book. Obviously you need to test the new parts out.

Tentacles fuck Lucifer up - Lucifer has a dirty little secret - after a stressful day he unwinds by getting fucked by tentacles. Only, it was a secret until you stumble upon him.

There’s fidget toys and there’s fidget toys - Lucifer accidentally goes to RAD wearing a remote control vibrator. He doesn’t think it’s too bad as he believes that you’re the one with the remote. You are, unfortunately you don’t know that it’s a remote to a vibrator and think it’s a fidget toy. Overestimation ensues.

A warlock patron is basically just a sugar patron, right? - Lucifer is a human sorcerer and you’re a powerful demon who answers his questions about the universe in exchange for being your sexual plaything. This time you have him a very beautiful robe to wear to show off to all his sorcerer friends. (Cw: living clothing/tentacle clothing)

A old thing to me is a new thing for you, wanna try it together? - You’re well acquainted with domming Lucifer, but here in part, the demon is only familiar with the concept. Yet he knows he’s interested. You suggest trying it with him. (No Nightbringer spoilers)

Shorter posts/ideas

Extremely sensitive Lucifer causes overstim and premature ejaculation “problems”

Lucifer being extremely into reader using their pact on him

The exact moment Lucifer realizes he likes being your sugar baby

Lucifer likes non-sexually subbing for reader

Commanding Lucifer and Mammon to cum when they think they’re getting a break

Exhibitionist Lucifer

Lucifer turns tiny and you’re the only one he trusts to hold him. Yet you don’t treat him as innocent as he thought

Conditioning Lucifer to get off by the smell of his desk by fucking him against it

Why does Lucifer wear so much layers? Because he’s covering up the slutty words you written on his skin, obviously

Fucking Lucifer’s insecurities away through mirror sex

Vampire Lucifer with Reader’s blood being an aphrodisiac

Forcing Lucifer to cum for a punishment

Human Sorcerer!Lucifer and Powerful!Demon reader. You trading away secrets of the universe in exchange for sexual favors

Putting Lucifer in a skirt and then sticking a vibrator in him

Sugar baby human Sorcerer!Lucifer and Powerful!Demon reader sugar patron, this time with portal kink

Lucifer and Barbatos being competitive subs part 1

Lucifer and Barbatos being competitive subs part 2

Mammon

Commanding Lucifer and Mammon to cum when they think they’re getting a break

Bad naughty demons get tied to a fucking machine

Levi

Fics/longer posts

Gaming? More like Gayin- - Wanting to ramp up the difficulty of a game you stick a bluetooth vibrator into Levi and hook it up to the damage outputs of your game. Now Levi has to guide you through the game while getting his prostate abused.

Shorter posts/ideas

Levi is too quiet in bed so you tease him until he’s screaming

Eating out Levi in glass while you finger a enchanted pussy pocket that’s magically connected to him - (magic pussy pocket referring to This post)

Levi has a shy bladder, luckily you’re there to help him out

Locking up Levi in chastity and sticking a vibrator in him before sending him out to be hunted by you (Cw: Prey/predator and fear kink)

Satan

Satan and Barbatos being assertive subs that will tell Mc that they want to be fucked

Satan calling you daddy (Lucifer is salty)

A/B/O headcanon: Omegas only get heats when they’re in contract with a Alpha their inner Omega thinks would be a good mate. Unfortunately their outer Omega doesn’t have to agree, but they do deal with the consequences

Asmo

Asmo is a hopeless romantic, luckily you’re willing to indulge him

Amso getting fucked and played with by you, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon

Beel

Feeding Beel aphrodisiacs and telling him that he’s not allowed to touch himself - (Referring to This post)

Belphie

Fic/longer posts

To eat or to fuck? - Human Belphie finding you, an powerful demon, right after a kill. He’s terrified, but you think he’s too cute to eat. To prove that you don’t want to harm him you decide to show him you’re willing to give him pleasure. (Cw: fear kink, dubious consent)

Shorter posts/Ideas

Tying Belphie up while he’s asleep and driving him mad with toys

Wrestling with Belphie. He thinks you’re a weak human who couldn’t possibly beat him, so he lays prone. You decide to teach him a lesson by overestimating him

Reverse au: You’re the big powerful demon and Belphie is the weak human. Cue predator/prey kink

Belphie accidentally falling asleep with a vibrator in him, overstimulating him.

Barbatos

Fics/Longer posts

Bury Me As It Please You Love - During you routinely tea date with Barbatos, the butler asks you a question that surprises you. Now with a new door open, the only question is, will you go through it?

Shorter posts/Ideas

Barbatos is a smug little brat

You train Barbatos to hold off on his orgasm, until he’s unable to cum without your command

Satan and Barbatos being assertive subs that will tell Mc that they want to be fucked

Trans!Male Barbatos with a medical kink. You have him lay down on the examination table and play with his pussy

Lucifer and Barbatos being competitive subs part 1

Lucifer and Barbatos being competitive subs part 2

Diavolo

Fics/Longer posts

To Make A Prince Scream - You never quite got used to the image of Diavolo - prince of the Devildom and powerful Demon - moaning your name as he withers beneath you. You doubt you ever will. But you couldn’t get enough of it.

Wearing a Crown That Isn’t Yours, But It Fits -A reblog chain that starts with Diavolo’s royalty and ends with Diavolo fucking Barbatos onto the royal chamber’s floor’s while you watch sitting in Diavolo’s throne.

Shorter posts/Ideas

Gently forcing Diavolo to cum and cum and cum until he’s begging you to stop

Diavolo has a royalty kink, he just wants to see you in a crown

Diavolo’s royalty kink part 2

Diavolo’s royalty kink part 3 - this time you’re the ruler and Diavolo is the captured wild demon who needs to be shown his place

Fucking Diavolo in public and wiping the memories of everyone who saw

Solomon

Free use Solomon

Simeon

Simeon tires to distract you while you're studying, so you decide to tease him

#Obey me #obey me dom!reader #my post #masterlist #I'm redoing some blog stuff and the masterlist HAD to be redone #how did i live with the old one?#anyway. The dividers are done by rubystarraven

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stealingyourbones · 3 years ago

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Okay so:

1) The ghost zone aka The Infinite Realm is connected to a supposedly infinite different universe's/dimensions/Realms.

2) Ghost portals can take you anywhere and any Time.

3) Amity Park was dragged into the Ghost Zone by Pariah Dark.

So what are the chances of the entirety of Amity Park (secret GIW base inclusion being optional) being dropped into another world/universe/dimension like DC or Marvel?

[if Amity Park could speak I imagine them going: "HELLO NEW WORLD! 🤩 Fate/Destiny/the omniverse has decided that this world shall be our new home *clasps hands together & leans forward* and I'm about to make it everybody's problem" 😈😈😈😈]

Ooooo the ENTIRETY of Amity Park? I enjoy that greatly.

616 Marvel has dealt with space/dimensional refugees like the Asgardians making New Asgard on earth. From my memory of comic history, I’m pretty sure that DC hasn’t had anything similar happen (well no space/dimensional beings that were friendly at least).

Marvel wise, I mean S.H.I.E.L.D. is going to instantly be on their case. Does Amity residents refuse to let S.H.I.E.L.D workers into their town? Do they let them in and mess around with them and scare them shitless?

There’s other questions too like, would Danny get recruited by the Ghost Riders? He IS a soul that was revived. Maybe not for the purpose of revenge, but definitely to protect others. Do ghosts go through the portal still? Can they mess around with magic? How much of a threat are they to THIS universes supers?

For DC we got other questions. Does the Justice League deal with the situation, Captain Marvel, The Green Lanterns? Truly unsure but Amity would be definitely be blocked off from the outside world until they can deem them safe and not a threat.

Would The Spectre instantly fuckin destroy Vlad? Vlad absolutely would be put on The Spectre’s radar and you cannot convince me otherwise that The Spectre is the first Super that arrives in Amity. The Spectre is literally the embodiment of God’s Wrath. If so what would Vlad’s punishment be? The Spectre likes to give ironic punishments. Someone stole a bunch of jewelry? Cool let’s turn them into a necklace and stomp on it until it breaks into a thousand pieces. Someone stole from the poor and became a millionaire from that practice? Cool let’s make their wealth and dollar bills turn into blades and swirl around them until they die. I need The Spectre to have a truce or pact with Phantom so bad y’all you have no idea.

The legal issues they have to go through would be wild. The Fentons finally get put under investigation because their practices are against so so so many scientific research laws. Bruce Wayne/Tony Stark donates a very generous amount to ghost damage repairs.

You could spin this a completely different way as well. There are so many ways to create a fic with this I love it so much.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #lone-travelers-blog

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years ago

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A Rather Lovecraftian Exchange Student

(Eldritch Nightmare!MC) Prologue!

A while back I wrote a set of headcanons about an eldritch abomination MC, and I honestly still really love the idea, so I’m writing a fic series! >:D

Next Part

Warnings: MC’s true form is that of a weird terrifying monster, but that’s pretty much it.

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The loud, endless crunching of Beel’s potato chips was enough to drive any lesser demon mad, but Lucifer took pride in his near unshakable composure. He could doll out punishments without letting his polite and gentlemanly facade crack. Of course, the Avatar of Pride couldn’t hold back his emotions as well as Barbatos, but still, Lucifer was confident in his ability to hold back most of his intense feelings of emotion.

This was proven on the first day of the exchange program, Lucifer had resisted giving Solomon a deathly scowl after the wizard had made his entrance by trying to wrangle a pact out of the eldest for: “this poor, fragile human’s protection”. After Solomon’s memorable entrance, Lucifer had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes at Simeon’s all too casual greeting. Though, Lucifer was only a man, he allowed himself to indulge in teasing Simeon’s tiny companion.

But the thing was, everyone Lucifer encountered that made him have to exert his godlike composure was extraordinary in some variety. The greatest sorcerer in all the worlds, two angels, all were exceptional in some way or another. This next human, however, this final exchange student was handpicked by Lucifer himself to be the most boring individual possible. Nothing odd at all.

The portal above the assembled demons opened for the final time that day, and Lucifer coldly braced himself for the human to fall into a heap on the floor.

…but no such human left the portal.

A massive, scaly hand reached into the assembly hall, and all the sound was sucked out of the room. No one dared move an inch as the rest of the arm slowly made its way into the hall, thick gobs of pure black, inky liquid poured out of the portal and onto the ground, Asmo let out a shriek, but Lucifer just couldn’t find his voice.

Thick, laboured breaths echoed from whatever dimension the portal had opened in, as more and more of the creature poured into the room.

Eyes, dozens of them, all attached to thick, fleshy, string-like appendages shot out of the portal, each eye bobbing up and down and looking around with what Lucifer could faintly recognize as curiosity. This was what snapped him back into focus, but Diavolo was already a step ahead of him.

“BARBATOS! CLOSE THE-“

As the portal began to shut, another hand shot out and grasped the edge, sending bright yellow sparks flying across the room and holding the damn thing open.

The black substance on the floor began to move, all coming together into a pool in the centre of the room. Lucifer’s vision snapped upwards as several of the eyes moved forward, wide, bloodshot, and completely unblinking, they seemed to be scanning him…

The substance in the centre of the room warped and moved, slowly forming a featureless humanoid creature, all made of the ever-moving inky darkness.

The thing did not speak, and no one dared to move a muscle, the eyes still darted around the room, some returning back into the portal, and flying back out with a few more.

The inky creature looked upwards at Diavolo, who was standing nearly frozen on his podium, at a clear loss as to what to do.

“…what are you?”

The voice was deep and guttural, but somehow metallic and shrill, like the sound of metal grinding against flesh. Lucifer couldn’t help but shudder, he watched as Asmo clamped his hands over his ears, and Satan stared bug-eyed at the scene before him, Beel had completely stopped eating and was staring up into the portal with his mouth hanging open.

Diavolo, however, stood straight and tall, he looked down at the black substance, and tilted his head.

“I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”

“Perhaps…”

Diavolo cast a quick glance into the portal, both hands were clasped around the edges, sending sparks of multicoloured magic flying everywhere, he then looked back down at the creature.

“I am Diavolo, the crown prince of the Devildom, the future king of all demonkind.”

“A…demon… I have never met a demon…” the creature trailed off for a moment, then continued. “I do not have a name that a creature such as yourself can say, so I suppose I have no name.”

After quickly clearing his throat, Diavolo spoke again. “My apologies for disturbing you, we intended to open up a portal to the human world in order to summon a human exchange student for our exchange program.”

“An exchange program?” The creature sounded almost… excited? Life finally returned to Lucifer’s limbs as Diavolo all too cheerfully began his explanation.

As the prince explained the complexities of the whole affair, the creature’s eyes seemed to almost, perk up, looking around with even more glee than before. They came slightly closer to the brothers, tilting slightly before zipping back inside the portal. Some of the eyes inspected the furniture and walls, a few bumped into empty chairs and seemed surprised at how the objects toppled over.

“That sounds… lovely…” the creature said when Diavolo finished his explanation. “If you… wouldn’t mind… I would like to join…”

Lucifer jumped upwards out of his seat and looked frantically over at Diavolo, a sound halfway between a cough and a gasp coming out of his mouth. “Diavolo, you can’t possibly-“

“Well, ah… for the comfort of the other students, could you perhaps change into a more… comprehensible form?”

“One like yours?” The creature asked, before nodding. “Yes, I believe that’s doable.”

As quick as a finger snap, the incomprehensible horror from beyond the portal flooded into the room, sapping all the light from the room. Then, all that was standing in the centre of the room, was a human.

The human was… well… a human. Lucifer dragged his hand down the front of his face and groaned. An average human was all he wanted, but he got this eldritch abomination masquerading as one instead!

“How do you people get by with so few eyes…” the ‘human’ asked, flicking their gaze around the room.

“Uhhh, pardon me, Lord Diavolo, but um, I have a question… eheheheh….” Asmo finally spoke up, shakily raising a single finger in the air. ��What do we ah… call them?”

“Good question!” Diavolo replied, looking down at the ‘human’ who awkwardly tried to sit in a chair, then excitedly clapped to themselves when they were able to do it. “Pardon us,”

The ‘human’ looked up.

“Do you have a preference for a name?”

They tilted their head and tapped their cheek, before shaking their head. “No, call me whatever you wish. I think it would be rather exciting to have a name that is understandable in this reality.”

“Oh oh! I have a name! Can I name them! I really wanna name them!” Asmo waved his hand in the air, his eyes sparkling with excitement, all previous fear and dread seemingly completely gone. “We can call them MC! It’s cute, and easy to remember!”

“I like that!” The ‘human’ now known as MC, smiled and nodded excitedly.

“Alright then,” Diavolo jotted a few notes down, then looked up and grinned. “I do have to ask you a few favours though, MC.”

MC nodded, and twiddled with their newly human fingers as Diavolo began to explain.

“We ask that you keep your more… incomprehensible aspects a secret, we wouldn’t want to alarm the student body.”

“That sounds reasonable.” MC replied, Lucifer watched as Diavolo breathed out a quick and silent sigh of relief, and nearly breathed out one of his own.

“So…” Satan began to rhythmically tap his fingers against the table in front of him, he had that mischievous glimmer in his eyes that Lucifer had become all too familiar with. “Are we still going to pawn babysitting duties off to Mammon?”

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Author’s note

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